Ashtine’s POV
The silence wrapped around us like velvet. I stared at the ceiling of Rich’s penthouse, my pulse still fluttering from the whirlwind of everything that just happened. His scent still clung to my skin, his touch etched like wildfire on every inch he explored.
He was sleeping beside me—peacefully, for once. No furrowed brows. No cold glares. Just… him.
But why did it still feel so confusing?
I slid out of bed, pulling his oversized button-up shirt over my body. The city lights poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the empty space I tiptoed into.
What are we now?
I stared at the skyline and bit my lip. I knew this wasn't just lust. I felt it in the way he looked at me… like he was searching for something he thought he’d lost.
Then came the whispers
